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Happy tidings published, written simply by a happy humble host with a gem of a name who request to remain
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Esmeralda's Corner...
Short Stories, Poems. ect., for the Mind and Heart
Happy tidings published, written simply by a happy humble host with a gem of a name who request to remain
anonymous. The Burro Express welcomes Esmeralda's Corner Quartly.
Esmeralda's Corner...
Short Stories, Poems. ect., for the Mind and Heart
Man on the Mountain
Of all the mountains that I've seen,
there's only one like a Human Being
With trees that speak a Certain
tongue
Not to understood by everyone
That Mountain's not very Far from
here
Just a sigh and I AM there
The climb to reach a Certain height,
was hard and I kept slipping down
The roads were bumpy and Twined
around, lost my way Would I be
found?
The trees kept whispering "come
closer to know" Trembling in fear I
crept slower in awe.
The trees bowed lowly as I swiftly
speed by their friendly welcome to a
Lover in Flight
O' I ran and I trembled in love and
fright I whispered to the mountain
will I ever reach your top?
Poem with permission
from
Poetic Journey C 2002
Esmeralda Goldfield
Mahatmas Publishing
Of all the mountains that I've seen,
there's only one like a Human Being
With trees that speak a Certain
tongue
Not to understood by everyone
That Mountain's not very Far from
here
Just a sigh and I AM there
The climb to reach a Certain height,
was hard and I kept slipping down
The roads were bumpy and Twined
around, lost my way Would I be
found?
The trees kept whispering "come
closer to know" Trembling in fear I
crept slower in awe.
The trees bowed lowly as I swiftly
speed by their friendly welcome to a
Lover in Flight
O' I ran and I trembled in love and
fright I whispered to the mountain
will I ever reach your top?
Poem with permission
from
Poetic Journey C 2002
Esmeralda Goldfield
Mahatmas Publishing
The Scamp turns City Slicker
After leaving the San Francisco Airport, upon his return from Mexico,
the Scamp decided no more "roughing it". From now on thought he, I
shall get a job in a small community college teaching and resign myself
to seek my inner peace in the inner city. Traveling by public
transportation is a good way to meet interesting people or so he thought.
One day he met a man, said his name was Bob and he had an
apartment and was looking for a roommate to share the rent and
utilities. You can pay half now and half after you move in. They settled
on a price, and looking over the place, he gave Bob the money, and he
got a key and the receipt. All this happened on Thursday. Friday night
after class he went to his mother's house in Vallejo, packed all his
clothes and some books, took a taxi and arrived at his new abode. He
took his key opened the door and almost fainted at what he saw! The
place was blue with smoke, there were bodies laying all over the floor.
One man stood up from a chair and asked him if he'd like a drink.
Recovering his senses he asked "Where's Bob?' Bob who? Inquired the
man. There's no Bob living here. The Scamp showed his receipt. The
man shook his head and said, this fellow lived here two years ago, he
died in an automobile accident. There must be someone playing a trick
on you. But what about the key? Just then he turned to look at a large
photo on the wall. That's him. The Scamp said, that's the man who
rented me a room in this apartment. Thinking the man talking to him
may be not telling the truth, the Scamp said he would call the police,
which he did and the story the first man told was no lie. The man on
the bus named Bob, had in fact died two years previously in a head on
collision. But how did the key which he gave to the second man, land in
the hand of the guy on the bus? Perhaps he has a twin and this is a
scam because... What happened to my money? Thought the poor
Scamp, ghosts didn't need money if indeed it was a ghost. He was too
embarrassed to go back home to tell his mother what happened.
He remembered the Padre at the mission and walked carrying his
suitcases and box of heavy books. He rang the door bell, by now it was
almost dawn and the Padres were already up. "Come in my son," the
chubby one ushered him inside, gave him a cup of hot coffee and
listened to the Scamp's story. He offered him a cot and told him to take
a nap and join them for breakfast, later on (cont on next page)
After leaving the San Francisco Airport, upon his return from Mexico,
the Scamp decided no more "roughing it". From now on thought he, I
shall get a job in a small community college teaching and resign myself
to seek my inner peace in the inner city. Traveling by public
transportation is a good way to meet interesting people or so he thought.
One day he met a man, said his name was Bob and he had an
apartment and was looking for a roommate to share the rent and
utilities. You can pay half now and half after you move in. They settled
on a price, and looking over the place, he gave Bob the money, and he
got a key and the receipt. All this happened on Thursday. Friday night
after class he went to his mother's house in Vallejo, packed all his
clothes and some books, took a taxi and arrived at his new abode. He
took his key opened the door and almost fainted at what he saw! The
place was blue with smoke, there were bodies laying all over the floor.
One man stood up from a chair and asked him if he'd like a drink.
Recovering his senses he asked "Where's Bob?' Bob who? Inquired the
man. There's no Bob living here. The Scamp showed his receipt. The
man shook his head and said, this fellow lived here two years ago, he
died in an automobile accident. There must be someone playing a trick
on you. But what about the key? Just then he turned to look at a large
photo on the wall. That's him. The Scamp said, that's the man who
rented me a room in this apartment. Thinking the man talking to him
may be not telling the truth, the Scamp said he would call the police,
which he did and the story the first man told was no lie. The man on
the bus named Bob, had in fact died two years previously in a head on
collision. But how did the key which he gave to the second man, land in
the hand of the guy on the bus? Perhaps he has a twin and this is a
scam because... What happened to my money? Thought the poor
Scamp, ghosts didn't need money if indeed it was a ghost. He was too
embarrassed to go back home to tell his mother what happened.
He remembered the Padre at the mission and walked carrying his
suitcases and box of heavy books. He rang the door bell, by now it was
almost dawn and the Padres were already up. "Come in my son," the
chubby one ushered him inside, gave him a cup of hot coffee and
listened to the Scamp's story. He offered him a cot and told him to take
a nap and join them for breakfast, later on (cont on next page)
